And all our frugal ancestors were blefs'd In humble virtues, and a rural life. There live retir'd; pray for the peace of Rome; When vice prevails, and impious men bear fway, PORTIU S. I hope, my father does not recommend A life to Portius, that he fcorns himself. САТО. you Farewell, my friends! if there be any of [Pointing to the body of his dead for.. Who greatly in his country's cause expir'd, END OF THE FOURTH ACT. АСТ ACT V. SCENE I. CATO folus, Sitting in a thoughtful pofture: In his hand Plato's book. on the immortality of the foul. A drawn ford ex the table by him. T muft be fo-Plato, thou reason'st well!: IT Elfe whence this pleafing hope, this fond defire, Or whence this fecret dread, and inward horror, 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful, thought! Through what new fcenes and changes must we país ! But when! or where !-This world was made for Cæfar. I'm weary of conjectures-This must end them. [Laying his hand upon bis fword.. Thus Thus am I doubly arm'd: my death and life,, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds. Enter PORTIUS. But ha! how's this, my fon? why this intrufion? Were not my orders that I would be private ? What means this sword? this inftrument of death? Let me convey it hence! CATO. CATO. Rafh youth, forbear! PORTIU S. O let the prayers, th' entreaties of your friends, Their tears, their common danger, wreft it from you. САТО. Wouldst thou betray me? would't thou give me up A flave, a captive, into Cæfar's hands? Retire, and learn obedience to a father, Or know, young man! PORTIUS. Look not thus fternly on me ; You know I'd rather die than difobey you. САТО. 'Tis well!- again I'm mafter of myself. PORTIU S.. O Sir, forgive your son, Whofe grief hangs heavy on him! O my father t I e'er shall call you fo! Be not difpleas'd, And, in the anguifh of my heart, befeech you САТО. Thou hast been ever good and dutiful. [Embracing him. Weep Weep not, my fon. All will be well again. PORTIU S. Your words give comfort to my drooping heart. Portius, thou may'ft rely upon my conduct. PORTIUS. [Exit. My thoughts are more at cafe, my heart revives. Enter MARCIA. O Marcia, O my fister, still there's hope! So needful to us all, and to his country. He is retir'd to reft, and feems to cherish Thoughts full of peace. He has dispatch'd me hence With orders, that befpeak a mind compos'd, And ftudious for the fafety of his friends. Marcia, take care that none disturb his flumbers. [Exit. MARCI A. O ye immortal powers, that guard the just, Enter |